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Jul 09, 2008
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FLATULENCE
I made the mistake of partaking of beans
the other day.
And to my dismay,
they had much to say
I was sitting on a wooden chair,
and then I realized, I must move somewhere.
For I cannot allow them to
converse on a wooden chair.
And what would I do
When the conversation began to stink?
I must keep them silent,
For what would people think?
Of my topic,
there could only be one end.
To go sit with the boys,
and blame it on them.
— Linda Moses, Jul 09, 2008
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Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Linda
Linda Moses
18 years ago
beans
Barbara Writes
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Linda
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Linda...
Linda Moses
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Richard
Kailashana
18 years ago
Your poem’s a gas,
themoonman
18 years ago
Well now...
Rett
18 years ago
Now I know
Kailashana
18 years ago
Rhett, I live alone, all the
infinite_dwarf
18 years ago
OMG
Atticus
17 years 11 months ago
Affectionately reminds me of
Linda Moses
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Linda
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